Feudal Dregs - Chapter 57

By the time Lan Yu returned to his own quarters, it was already deep into the night.

He hadn't expected to find Li Yuqing sprawled across the rattan chair the moment he lit the candle. The man was tall and long-limbed, his legs stretched out lazily, one arm dangling at his side while the other toyed with a sleek black pistol, spinning it deftly between his fingers.

Lan Yu paused mid-step. Li Yuqing looked up, and their eyes met—Lan Yu immediately caught the impatience and coldness in the younger man's strikingly handsome face.

"What took you so long?" Li Yuqing asked.

Lan Yu nearly laughed in disbelief. The way Li Yuqing spoke made it sound like he was a husband catching his wife returning late. He replied coldly, "I should be the one asking—what are you doing in my courtyard in the dead of night?"

Li Yuqing stared at him, his anger simmering. Returning to his own residence had only made him more restless, so he had come here instead. He hadn't expected to wait half the night, but it wasn't hard to guess—his father must have kept Lan Yu.

Lan Yu was his father's concubine. It was only natural for him to stay with the old man. Yet the thought filled Li Yuqing with such jealousy that he had nearly stormed into his father's chambers to drag Lan Yu back.

But when he met Lan Yu's gaze, he was reminded of their last unpleasant parting, of the repaired old pipa, and suddenly felt too proud to admit he had come here waiting for him—as if he were the desperate one.

Li Yuqing looked at Lan Yu, his smile sharp and mocking. "What do you think?"

Lan Yu stared expressionlessly at Li Yuqing as he began unbuttoning his long gown. After loosening a few buttons, his neck and bare shoulders were exposed to Li Yuqing's gaze. His fair skin made the mottled bite marks and teeth imprints on his neck and shoulders stand out starkly. Li Yuqing's pupils contracted sharply as he abruptly straightened up. Lan Yu remarked indifferently, "I've just been fucked by your father. If you want a turn, try another day."

Li Yuqing's mind buzzed as he stared fixedly at the marks left by his father, his grip tightening around the gun in his hand. He enjoyed playing with guns, especially when in a foul mood. Having waited endlessly for Lan Yu, he had taken out his pistol, disassembling and reassembling it blindly, repeating the process countless times just to barely suppress the restless anger within. He had even thought that breaking Lan Yu's pipa last time was an accident... He could treat Lan Yu better, just like how he used to charm the girls outside. But now, seeing those glaring marks, the floodgates burst open, scattering all his prepared words into disarray.

Noticing the gun in his hand, Lan Yu tilted his head slightly and said flatly, "Li Yuqing, do you want to kill me?"

Only then did Li Yuqing realize he was still holding the gun. He subconsciously rubbed the gunstock but kept his eyes locked on Lan Yu. "Take off your clothes," he ordered.

Lan Yu paused, then sneered, "Stray dogs aren't picky eaters. Li Yuqing, you really don't mind filth."

Li Yuqing paid no heed to Lan Yu's mockery, his gaze fixed on the marks. A fire burned in his chest, igniting an uncontrollable sense of betrayal. A few steps away, under the dim candlelight, Lan Yu looked down at Li Yuqing's expression. Unlike Li Mingzheng's unreadable calm, Li Yuqing wore his emotions openly, making him easy to read. Earlier in the study, his piercing glare had been impossible to ignore.

A thought even crossed Lan Yu's mind—Li Yuqing might come to him in a fit of rage.

The moment this thought took root, a vengeful satisfaction welled up inside him. Lan Yu had never experienced romantic love, but having grown up in the pleasure quarters, he had witnessed countless stories of courtesans drowning in passion only to meet tragic ends. The Buddha once said: "From attachment springs grief, from attachment springs fear. For one who is wholly free from attachment, there is no grief or fear." Li Yuqing's anger stemmed from care—whatever form it took—proving that in their twisted entanglement, neither could walk away unscathed.

If Li Yuqing harbored even a shred of desire for him, it would become the blade Lan Yu wielded for revenge.

Lan Yu hated Li Yuqing. He knew this hatred ran deep, likely because Old Master Li had already destroyed the life he once had. Lan Yu had given up hope, only for Li Yuqing to stomp on him further. All his pent-up fury and resentment surged back, transforming into pure hatred for Li Yuqing.

Li Yuqing was far from innocent.

Lan Yu shed his long gown, revealing his slender chest. His nipples were red and swollen, crisscrossed with long, whip-like marks. Li Yuqing froze. "Did my father whip you?" he asked.

Lan Yu tossed the gown aside and replied with a cold smile, "Haven't you done the same?"

Li Yuqing fell silent.

Old Master Li had indeed laid hands on Lan Yu. Since the death of the Eighth Concubine, he had grown increasingly brutal in bed—clearly, the mockery from the Eighth Concubine had wounded his pride as a man. He was old and paralyzed, no longer able to satisfy his young concubines—a humiliation for any man. He made Lan Yu kneel naked before him, wielding a cowhide whip. With each lash, the pale flesh turned red instantly. Lan Yu trembled in pain, his vibrant body writhing and crying out under the old man's hands, feeding the swollen desires of Old Master Li.

After a few lashes, he lost control again, pinning Lan Yu beneath him, licking the red welts and cold sweat from his skin, panting heavily as he murmured, "Bodhisattva, my little Bodhisattva, my Guanyin."

In his delirium, Old Master Li gasped, "You were sent into this world to save me."

Lan Yu still wore undergarments beneath his long robe. He looked up at Li Yuqing, who had now approached him. Tall and imposing, Li Yuqing's slender frame cast an oppressive shadow under the candlelight. Lan Yu met his gaze calmly and asked, "Still want to watch?"

He continued, "Your father didn't just fuck me—he came inside me."

The crude, matter-of-fact words made Li Yuqing's cock harden instantly. Lust mingled with fury and jealousy, his eyes tinged red as he growled, "Little Mother, are you trying to provoke me on purpose?"

Lan Yu neither confirmed nor denied it, simply staring back at him. "Why are you angry? Isn't it only natural for your father to fuck me?" He sneered. "After all, I'm your Little Mother."

He emphasized the words "Little Mother," igniting Li Yuqing like a fuse to gunpowder. In an instant, Li Yuqing shoved him against the table, his hand diving into Lan Yu's pants to grope at his cunt. It was indeed soaked—slick with another man's spend. Gritting his teeth, Li Yuqing reached for his newly acquired gun, a prized possession he carried daily, polishing it like a treasure. Now, without hesitation, he pressed the barrel into that lewd, yielding hole. The sensation of cold metal invading him was nothing like fingers. Lan Yu gasped, "What—what is that?"

Li Yuqing thrust the gun deeper, the tight passage clenching instinctively around the intrusion, still wet with his father's filth. Disgusted yet impossibly aroused, Li Yuqing—the esteemed Second Young Master—found himself painfully hard for a hole already filled with another man's seed.

Every drop of spilled cum was a reminder—this was incest. He was defiling his own father's woman.

With a cold laugh, Li Yuqing taunted, "You filthy little whore, this is too good for your dirty cunt."

"This is a rare treasure, Second Young Master's prized possession—money can't even buy it. It's never tasted blood before, Little Mother. Best be careful," Li Yuqing leaned in, malice dripping from his voice, "or it might just go off—bang!—and really make you bloom down there."

Lan Yu, coming from humble origins, had never seen a pistol before, though he'd witnessed patrolmen carrying long-barreled rifles. A single shot could tear flesh open in an instant, splattering blood. Terrified, he clenched around the foreign object inside him, shoving at Li Yuqing as he cursed, "Li Yuqing, you madman—take it out—ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, his words turned into a sharp gasp as the gun barrel pushed deeper inside, the stock pressing against his swollen clit, grinding until his cunt convulsed in pleasure. A mix of slick and semen dripped down. Li Yuqing could clearly sense the arousal in this body. He smirked and said, "Stepmother, how does it feel to be fucked by a gun? Better than that old bastard my father, isn't it?"

"Is his cock as hard as this gun?"

His words were aggressive, his movements even more ruthless. The finely crafted pistol, originally a weapon, had become a tool of debauchery in this wastrel's hands, violating Lan Yu's cunt without restraint. Already stretched open and filled with a man's seed from earlier, the hole couldn't hold back any longer, gushing wetness that dripped down his thighs onto the floor. Lan Yu's cheeks flushed red, his legs trembling from being fucked by an inanimate object. The gun was a deadly weapon, and the fear of it accidentally firing—not of death itself, but of dying in such an undignified way—made his breath hitch.

The corners of Lan Yu's eyes reddened as he weakly grasped Li Yuqing's tense arm. "...Stop, take it out, Li Er..."

Li Yuqing's gaze fell on Lan Yu's faintly reddened ears, his teeth itching. The image of his father fondling those ears flashed in his mind, and without restraint, he bit down on the delicate earlobe, murmuring, "Take it out? Didn't you hear how wet your slutty hole is? Or are you reluctant to let my father's seed spill out? Do you really want to give me a little brother, hmm?"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, sinking his teeth in deeper. Lan Yu cried out in pain, which quickly turned into stifled moans as the gun thrust deeper, hitting sensitive spots inside him, driving him to a spasming climax. A flood of slick and semen gushed out. Li Yuqing straightened up, yanking down Lan Yu's undergarments, which had already slipped to his thighs, exposing the deformed lower body that had haunted Li Yuqing's thoughts for days.

His cock had gone soft, the sparse pubic hair damp and clinging, exuding a pitiful yet obscene allure. The last traces of semen had dripped away, leaving only faint streaks on the plump, flushed cunt. Li Yuqing wiped it roughly with his hand, his coarse palm making Lan Yu tremble, still sensitive from his climax, his breaths wet and heavy—utterly debauched.

Li Yuqing's own erection strained against his clothes, his gaze fixed hungrily on that dripping cunt before slowly lowering to the slick gun barrel. "Stepmother, is your pussy clean now?"

Lan Yu stared at him dazedly. Li Yuqing smirked, his peach-blossom eyes dark with mischief, and licked the muzzle of the gun. "Clean enough—just reeks of your slutty scent."

The blatant obscenity of Li Yuqing's actions left Lan Yu speechless. Li Yuqing watched as Lan Yu's lashes trembled, his cheeks flushed, and the last of his anger dissipated. Without hesitation, Li Yuqing freed his own rock-hard cock and thrust into Lan Yu's hole. His length was thick and unyielding, like a python, and even though Lan Yu had been played with by Old Master Li and fucked into climax by the gun, the stretch was almost painful. "Too much... it's too full..."

Lan Yu couldn't help but gasp, his eyes unfocused. Li Yuqing looked down at him from above, feeling an immense satisfaction. His penis was wedged into the most pleasurable place, and his heart felt at ease. In that moment, a soft tenderness welled up in Li Yuqing's heart. He playfully tapped Lan Yu's cheek with the pistol and asked, "Scared of the gun?"

Lan Yu turned his face away, clearly uneasy about the firearm.

Li Yuqing chuckled in amusement, thrusting his hips forcefully a couple of times before taking Lan Yu's hand. With a click, he said, "The safety's still on. It won't fire. Just scaring you a little, sweetheart."

"Your tight little cunt is one in a million," Li Yuqing murmured. "So snug and durable—how could I bear to ruin it?"

Only one lamp was lit in the room, casting a dim, yellowish glow. Since losing his virginity, Li Yuqing hadn't felt this impulsive in a long time. His cock buried deep inside Lan Yu, he held the sweat-drenched body close, breathing in the intoxicating scent of their mingled arousal. Every inch of him burned with desire, veins straining as if he wanted to wreck Lan Yu's hole beyond repair.

Lan Yu felt some pain from the relentless thrusts, but it was drowned in the overwhelming tide of pleasure, becoming instead a catalyst that bound him in the overwhelming grip of lust. Li Yuqing was young, unlike the aging Li patriarch—their ways of lovemaking were worlds apart. The vigor of youth pulsed through every inch of the younger man's skin, every drop of sweat setting Lan Yu ablaze. The old master, despite his lingering prowess, could never match the raw vitality of youth. Just as Lan Yu's climax subsided, Li Yuqing dragged him into even greater ecstasy, as if determined to erase every trace the old man had left behind.

Dazed from the pounding, Lan Yu wrapped his legs around Li Yuqing's strong waist, toes curling, lips parted with a soft, pink tongue peeking out. The sight made Li Yuqing's blood burn hotter. He captured Lan Yu's mouth, tangling their tongues and licking into him. Their breaths mingled as Li Yuqing rasped his name—"Lan Yu"—raw and unguarded in their naked intimacy, unaware of his own tenderness as he suckled on Lan Yu's tongue, swallowing his saliva. His cock grew even harder, thrusting straight into Lan Yu's cervix.

Lan Yu arched, the tops of his feet tensing as he pressed desperately against Li Yuqing's waist, coming undone once more, his face a portrait of unbridled desire.

Li Yuqing loved seeing him like this.

He chuckled lowly, brushing back Lan Yu's sweat-dampened hair. Before he could speak, a knock sounded at the door. He froze, but the visitor spoke first.

"Lan Yu," came the voice of Li Ming'an, the young man's tone hesitant and nervous. "Are you asleep?"

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